Miyako: The Foxy Friend

Hey guy, originally here I had written how I got sick again and how Astra's photo apparently didn't appear, but I decided to delete it and put a random fact...

I don't like MHA..... yes I know, I write a fanfic about something I don't like, but it's simple, just like with Danmachi, I don't like the story but I like its world, the funny thing is that in both stories, I like the secondary story of both franchises more, that is, danmanchi: Oratorio is much better than the original, and MHA: Vigilante is better than the original, in both the secondary story shows what the main one lacks, and in both it does it better.--

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After finishing the song and drifting out of her thoughts, Astra approached the camera to carefully review the recording.

"Mmm~ not bad, not bad," she commented, evaluating the video. "But it needs more brightness in this part, lower the volume right here, improve the sound... and zoom in when I close my eyes with a melancholic expression. Maybe I could add a small part of the game trailer here, like a hidden spoiler…"

After modifying, editing, and enhancing the video, she didn't upload it immediately. She saved it in a folder and once again positioned herself in front of the camera with her guitar, adopting the same pose.

"Well, the last one was in English. Now I need to do one in Spanish and another in Japanese. Though I could learn more languages thanks to my brilliant mind, for now, I'm fine with what I know from my previous and current life. I'll think about what to do next later."

She quickly sang the Japanese version, edited it a bit, and was satisfied with the result.

Then, she did the same in Spanish. Finally, she uploaded the video to HeroTube and checked how long the upload would take.

"Ugh, three hours... it's a lot, but it makes sense. It's the same song in three different languages. People who speak English, Japanese, or Spanish will be able to enjoy it."

She carefully stored the guitar in its case, making sure each string was properly aligned.

She stretched a bit to relieve the built-up tension and, with a critical eye, looked around the small room she had adapted for her musical and video projects.

"This space... something so simple can be useful to combat 'plot armor,'" she remarked ironically as she touched the walls. Her musical career hadn't been just for fun, although she had clearly enjoyed the process, but she had also learned something from the MHA manga...

"The famous 'plot armor' created by Horikoshi... In the MHA story, they call it 'The Collective Unconscious of Humanity,' but Bakugo nicknamed it 'The Energy of Wishes.'" Astra frowned, recalling certain events with frustration.

She grabbed a candy, trying to calm down, and continued speaking with a hint of disdain.

"That thing appeared twice… First, in Deku's fight against Overhaul, when the wishes of others allowed Deku to change the future that Sir Nighteye saw and saved himself. And then, when Bakugo is revived because people didn't want All Might to die at the hands of AFO. That changed the fate where All Might was supposed to die, thanks to Bakugo's resurrection."

Reflecting on Sir Nighteye, Astra began to eat more candy as her mind processed new plans. She remembered something crucial.

"Of course, the 'Energy of Wishes'... the simplest way I can think of to counter it is to create my own fans…" Astra smiled, satisfied.

She sat on the beanbag, staring at her computer screen, watching the video continue processing.

"It's simple, like 2 + 2 equals 4... Energy of wishes against energy of wishes cancels out," she murmured, aware that her explanation was weak.

She grabbed a whiteboard, pulled it closer, and began writing while still seated on the beanbag.

"The energy of wishes is like a source of power that comes from people's wishes for you, and the only way to counter it is with another energy of wishes."

She drew two stick figures on opposite sides of the board.

"For example, if Goku's fans want him to beat Vegeta, but Vegeta's fans want the opposite, both sources of 'wishes' cancel each other out and have no effect."

She threw the board to the floor. "Sure, all of this is pure speculation, but I'm not going to sit idly by. If it works like I think, great. If not, at least I'll gain fame and money."

She left her reflection hanging and decided to make the most of the time while the video uploaded.

She approached her desk, connected her phone to the computer, and began downloading several files she had been collecting.

Reports on heroes and villains, their quirks, locations, and, most importantly, possible vulnerabilities. Astra wasn't leaving any detail to chance.

"Let's see what else we can find..." she muttered, opening a recent file on a villain named Soramitsu Tabe.

"Soramitsu Tabe... his name sounds familiar," she said, looking at the photo attached to the report. However, she couldn't recall anything significant about him. "Could I be mistaken? No, there's no way I'm wrong. Let's check further."

She read the analysis of Soramitsu's quirk aloud.

"Edibility: allows him to chew and consume any solid substance, regardless of its durability. His stomach can digest any abnormal material without issues."

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"Now I remember, he's one of Overhaul's servants..." Astra quickly recalled. Thinking of Overhaul and his quirk, she couldn't help but imagine what she would be capable of if she absorbed him. But then, her mind shifted to Eri.

"Eri... she's not in my plans to consume, no matter how useful her quirk is. It's a matter of morals," she reflected. The image of Eri smiling, free from suffering, was still vivid in her memory, and Astra couldn't help but smile herself at the thought.

"It's settled. I'm not a hero, and I never will be… but for that girl, just for her, I can try."

Astra remained silent for a moment, letting the weight of her words sink in. She had always lived in the gray areas, making questionable decisions, but with an internal logic that guided her. However, with Eri… something was different.

That little girl's smile had awakened something in Astra, something she hadn't felt in a long time: the desire to protect. Not the world, but that little girl. Maybe, after all, there was a spark of heroism inside her... she just needed the right reason to let it shine.

"Maybe I've always had a little spark of heroism... even if I lie to myself about it," she thought, a small ironic smile appearing on her lips.

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Once Astra had finished developing all her plans about the energy of wishes, Eri, and everything else, she quickly opened the door to her studio and headed to her bedroom closet. There, she grabbed a casual outfit and headed out to meet her friend Miyako, whom she had agreed to see the day before.

"Miyako is still sad because I got kicked out and thinks it's her fault," she thought as she walked down the street.

Astra was a strikingly beautiful woman, standing 1.76 meters tall (5.7 feet), with smooth pink-toned skin and long white hair that cascaded in waves down to her waist, giving her a wild appearance. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of round sunglasses, similar to the ones Gojo wore, while a long, pointed pink tail extended from her back. She had an hourglass figure, with pronounced curves, including a large chest and defined thighs, but her body was also athletic. She wore a short top with Chinese patterns that revealed her toned abs, paired with loose shorts.

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Astra walked calmly, thinking about her friend. Despite Miyako's large size, Astra knew she was clumsy and probably still feeling guilty about what had happened, so she decided to invite her out for a meal to cheer her up.

As she arrived at a large plaza, Astra quickly spotted her friend standing out among the crowd. However, she was greeted with a scene that she didn't like at all.

"Haha, you're a freak!"

"Stupid giant girl, move, you're blocking my view!" someone yelled.

"You're hideous. Who would want someone with a fox-like appearance?" one boy commented as he pointed at her.

Her dear friend was surrounded by a group of what seemed to be students, both male and female, mocking her as if it were a joke, while the people around them—those who were so quick to support heroes—completely ignored the situation.

Adjusting her sunglasses, Astra quickly approached the boy who had made the last comment and grabbed the arm he had extended.

"Kid, step away from my friend, because I'll take this arm of yours, shove it up your buddy's ass, and then do the same to your whole group, and after that, I'll take you to a damn museum and exhibit you as a piece called 'Transformers,' or better yet, 'Deformers.'"

The boy, terrified, quickly pulled his arm back and hid behind his companions.

Taking advantage of the shock her action had caused, Astra moved closer to her dear friend. When she reached her, she had to look up to meet Miyako's eyes, but two prominent attributes obstructed her view, so she took a couple of steps back.

"Hey, Miyako. How's my one and only friend doing?"

Miyako, surprised by what had just happened, quickly crouched down to meet Astra's eye level.

"Ast... Astra..." she said, still a bit confused.

Astra smiled and, seeing her friend so close, hugged her tightly, burying her face between Miyako's chest.

"Miyako, I missed you~!"

Miyako was an incredibly tall woman with a fox-like appearance and a curvy figure. She had shoulder-length blonde hair with a strand falling over the right side of her face. Her large blue eyes were framed by thick lashes, and she had pointed ears covered in green fur, along with a white, furry lower half.

Her outfit consisted of a white button-up shirt and black pants with a yellow-orange belt. She wore matching bracelets on both arms and an orange headband that resembled earmuffs. She completed her look with slip-on shoes in shades of orange and cream.

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After they separated, Astra looked at Miyako with a serious expression. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" she asked, concerned for her friend's well-being.

Miyako, feeling Astra's support, managed a small smile. "I'm fine, just a little embarrassed. I don't know why people have to be so cruel," she replied, looking down.

Even though she tried to hide her discomfort, it was clear that the strangers' words had affected her.

Miyako had always been shy and reserved. Her large size and unusual appearance often drew negative attention, which made her avoid social situations to prevent having to deal with such comments.

Noticing her friend's insecurity, Astra couldn't help but frown.

To her, Miyako's appearance was just another part of what made her special, unique. Her presence wasn't something anyone should ever be ashamed of, and the thought of someone trying to make her feel inferior because of it turned Astra's stomach.

"Because they're idiots," Astra replied with a mix of disdain. "They've got nothing better to do than try to tear down someone they don't know. Don't let it get to you. You're amazing just the way you are."

Miyako, still crouched down, nervously played with the ends of her hair, her shyness showing through in her hesitant smile.

Despite her size, Miyako had always been insecure, especially when it came to how others perceived her. Since she was young, she felt like she didn't fit in, that her appearance and clumsiness made her stand out in ways she didn't want.

However, the firmness and affection that Astra had shown Miyako over the years had managed to break through the emotional barriers Miyako had built over time.

That's why Astra was the only friend she had, and it was also why Astra earned a nickname in college for being with her—together, they were known as the "Freak Duo."

The day a villain attacked the university was a turning point. While the students tried to defend themselves, many used Miyako as a shield due to her size.

Despite her fear, Miyako didn't resist, but Astra couldn't stand it. After defeating the villain, she unleashed her fury on those who had taken advantage of her friend, and that anger cost her expulsion from the university.

Since then, Miyako had carried a silent guilt, believing that her clumsiness and appearance were the cause of Astra's problems.

"Thanks, I really needed to hear that," Miyako said softly, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to keep her composure.

She knew Astra would always support her, but the old insecurities still lingered, like ghosts from the past that wouldn't easily fade.

Noticing the fragility in her friend's voice, Astra stepped closer and took her hands with a firmness that conveyed both care and support. "Listen, Miyako," she said seriously,

"it's time you stop letting others make you feel small. You're beautiful, strong, and most importantly, you're good. You can't let a group of idiots make you forget that. It doesn't matter what they say or think. The only thing that matters is that you know your worth—and if they bother you, just give them a beating."

Astra's words resonated deeply with Miyako. She felt a lump form in her throat, but this time it wasn't out of sadness—it was gratitude.

Having someone who understood her, who defended her not only against others but also against her own internal doubts, was a relief she couldn't quite describe with words.

Miyako nodded slowly, still feeling a bit insecure, but a small spark of determination began to ignite inside her.

"I'll try… for you, for me," she whispered, almost inaudibly, but Astra could feel the effort behind those words.

"That's what I like to hear," Astra responded with a satisfied smile. "Now, how about we leave these idiots behind and grab something delicious to eat? I'm sure a good lunch will lift your spirits."

Miyako, still shy, let out a small laugh as she stood back up, once again towering over Astra.

She reached out her hand toward Astra, a simple gesture but filled with meaning. "That sounds like a great idea. Let's go eat, Astra?"

Without hesitation, Astra took her friend's hand with a playful smile. "Of course, my dear Miyako~ Let's go get that meal. No one deserves a feast more than us."

As the two walked away, leaving the square and the insults behind, the voices of the group of students still echoed in the distance.

"Freaks!"

"Couple of freaks!"

"They're probably a yuri couple, ha!"

Astra, though walking calmly alongside Miyako, heard every word. Her pace didn't change, but something in her gaze shifted.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she lifted her sunglasses, revealing her intensely red eyes, and shot a piercing look at those who still dared to murmur behind them.

The group froze for a second, uncomfortable under her icy stare. But Astra didn't say a word. She simply flashed a dangerous smile—the kind that promised, if they continued, they would regret it.

Still holding that defiant expression, Astra turned around elegantly and began whistling a tune, as if she were enjoying the moment. It was the same playful and carefree whistle from The Wolf in Puss in Boots.

The sound echoed in the air, and slowly, the group insulting them began to retreat, feeling the threat posed by these "monsters."

Miyako, who had tensed up a little, let out a giggle upon hearing the whistle. Astra, as always, knew how to turn situations around without losing her style.

"Did you really have to do that?" Miyako asked with a shy smile.

"Of course," Astra responded with a wink.

Little did Miyako know that this whistle, which seemed like a lighthearted gesture, would be the last sound many would hear…

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[End of Chapter 6]

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I didn't really like the beginning of the chapter, but I liked it when Miyako appeared, and yes, she is from the MHA Original, except that she doesn't have a name, and I named her... a and she has a mother... I'm throwing this spoiler because I created her with AI and it made me god and horny, so get ready for milf, dear milf lovers...

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